Virat: Abandoned by Destiny

Narrator

Time...

Never stops for anyone.

No matter how painful yesterday was...

No matter how precious those memories were...

The wheels of time continue moving forward.

And those who choose to keep walking...

Eventually discover...

That every ending...

Leads to another beginning.

A few days had passed...

Since the world lost the Legendary Dragon.

Life in Restart Village slowly returned to its familiar rhythm.

The villagers resumed their daily work.

Children once again filled the streets with laughter.

The sound of wooden swords echoed across the training grounds.

Yet...

For one young boy...

Everything had changed.

V White.

Though he continued smiling...

Though he continued training...

A quiet emptiness remained inside his heart.

Even so...

He remembered Liza's final words.

"Live..."

"Protect what is precious to you."

And so...

He continued moving forward.

Today...

Was an important day.

The day every young warrior looked forward to.

The Skill Test.

The entire village gathered at the training ground.

Children stood excitedly beside their parents.

Experienced hunters watched with curiosity.

Village guards quietly observed from the sides.

Among them...

Brald.

Lily.

Little Tia.

Kai.

And Alistair.

Everyone had come.

Everyone wanted to witness...

The skill V White had awakened.

At the center of the training ground...

V stood calmly.

His wooden sword rested at his side.

The village examiner stepped forward.

His voice echoed across the field.

"V White."

"Reveal your skill."

For a brief moment...

The entire village became silent.

V slowly took a deep breath.

Then...

A gentle light appeared around him.

He spoke calmly.

"Sword of Good."

A warm radiance surrounded his sword.

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The villagers looked at one another.

Then...

Smiles slowly appeared.

"So that's his skill..."

"A sword-related ability."

"It suits him perfectly."

"After all his training..."

"He truly earned it."

Many nodded with satisfaction.

No one doubted it.

After years of relentless practice...

Receiving a sword-related skill felt completely natural.

Even Brald smiled quietly.

Lily folded her hands together with relief.

Little Tia proudly puffed out her chest.

"I knew Big Brother would be amazing!"

Kai laughed.

"I told you!"

"He was born to use a sword."

Their happiness spread throughout the crowd.

But...

No one knew the truth.

The skill V had revealed...

Was not his greatest power.

Hidden deep within him...

Slept another ability.

His Ultimate Skill.

Blood Elevation.

A skill almost everyone believed to be useless.

A mysterious power...

Whose true nature remained unknown.

Even V himself...

Had only begun to understand it.

He had no intention...

Of revealing it today.

At that moment...

Liza's gentle voice echoed within his heart.

"Remember, V..."

"A true warrior..."

"Does not reveal every weapon he possesses."

"Some weapons..."

"Are meant to remain hidden..."

"Until the right moment arrives."

"Because revealing everything too early..."

"Can become your greatest weakness."

V slowly closed his eyes.

Then...

He smiled.

Very gently.

"Thank you..."

"Liza Mom."

When he opened his eyes once more...

His determination had returned.

Today...

He would not rely upon hidden power.

He would fight...

Using only the swordsmanship he had earned through countless days of training.

The examiner slowly raised his hand.

"Begin!"

Without hesitation...

V's opponent rushed forward.

The crowd watched in complete silence.

Everyone expected V to activate Sword of Good immediately.

But...

He didn't.

Instead...

He calmly held his sword in an ordinary stance.

His breathing remained steady.

His movements were simple.

Natural.

Every step reflected years of disciplined training.

Not borrowed power.

Not hidden abilities.

Only skill.

Only effort.

Only the path he had walked with his own two feet.

Then...

The atmosphere changed.

V slowly closed his eyes.

The entire battlefield seemed to fall silent.

His breathing became calm.

Steady.

The sword in his hand disappeared into motion.

The next instant...

The battlefield was filled with countless shimmering blades.

Thousand Sword Arts.

Sword images appeared everywhere.

From the right.

From the left.

From the front.

From behind.

Even from above.

It looked as though a storm of countless swords had surrounded the battlefield itself.

The villagers froze.

The hunters stared in disbelief.

Even the examiner's eyes widened.

"...Impossible."

"How..."

"...Can one child control so many swords?"

The entire training ground fell silent.

No one moved.

No one dared to blink.

Thousands of shimmering sword images surrounded the battlefield.

It was as though the air itself...

Had become a sea of blades.

V slowly closed his eyes.

He no longer relied upon what he could see.

He listened.

To the wind.

To his breathing.

To every movement around him.

Every direction...

Every distance...

Every attack...

Became clear within his mind.

Then...

He moved.

One step.

Only one.

Yet...

It was enough.

The countless sword images danced together.

One after another...

Every incoming attack was blocked.

Deflected.

Cut apart.

Turned away.

Without wasting a single movement.

Without showing even the slightest panic.

Then...

V slowly lowered his body.

His knees bent close to the ground.

His feet rooted themselves firmly upon the earth.

His sword pointed calmly toward his opponent.

Like a hunter waiting patiently...

For the perfect moment.

A faint crimson aura quietly flowed around him.

Gentle.

Silent.

Almost impossible to notice.

Yet...

Everyone could feel...

Something about him had changed.

Martial Art...

The Beginning Pose.

The first stance.

The foundation of every sword battle.

A stance from which every possibility was born.

Attack.

Defense.

Counterattack.

Evasion.

Everything began from this single posture.

The experienced hunters exchanged silent glances.

They had never seen such a stance before.

Simple...

Yet flawless.

The entire arena became completely silent.

The villagers no longer saw...

A young boy holding a sword.

They saw...

The first steps...

Of a true warrior.

Moments later...

The examiner slowly raised his hand.

"The match..."

"...is over."

V had won.

Not through overwhelming power.

Not through hidden abilities.

But through discipline.

Patience.

And countless hours of training.

The crowd erupted into cheers.

"Wonderful!"

"Amazing!"

"So this is V White!"

Little Tia jumped excitedly.

"I told you!"

"My Big Brother is the strongest!"

Kai laughed proudly.

"I knew he'd win!"

Brald quietly smiled.

Lily's eyes filled with tears of joy.

Alistair folded his arms.

A faint smile appeared upon his face.

Without speaking...

He silently acknowledged V's growth.

Yet...

V did not celebrate.

His smile slowly faded.

His eyes wandered toward the edge of the training ground.

Toward an empty place.

A place where someone should have been standing.

Someone who always watched him train.

Someone who always corrected his stance.

Someone who always smiled with quiet pride.

His lips moved almost unconsciously.

"...Liza Mom..."

For a brief moment...

The determination within his eyes disappeared.

Only longing remained.

Just then...

A gentle breeze passed through the training ground.

The pendant around V's neck...

The one he had always worn...

Began to emit a faint golden glow.

It lasted only a heartbeat.

Warm.

Comforting.

V instinctively placed his hand over it.

And within the silence of his heart...

He heard a familiar voice.

"My son..."

"Didn't I tell you..."

"I will always be with you."

"Keep moving forward."

"You are never alone."

V slowly closed his eyes.

A small smile appeared upon his face.

"Thank you..."

"...Liza Mom."

The golden light quietly faded.

But the warmth...

Remained.

Before anyone could ask what had happened...

Someone walked toward him.

It was Brald.

Without saying a single word...

V stepped forward.

And embraced his father tightly.

Brald gently placed a hand upon his son's head.

Neither of them spoke.

Because they both understood.

Some wounds...

Could never be healed by words alone.

The Narrator

The first step of a warrior...

Is not taken...

When he wins his first battle.

It is taken...

When he chooses to keep walking...

Even after loss.

On that quiet day...

The villagers celebrated the birth of a promising young swordsman.

But destiny...

Had witnessed something far greater.

The birth...

Of a protector.

And somewhere...

Beyond the reach of human eyes...

A gentle smile...

Seemed to watch over him still.

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